No concern for my concern, only a blind will that connects these conduits.
And when all of the indicators have lit up to speak of coherency, i will move on to the next.
I remind you that you're whole though adulterated, freed by the constraints of society, and only lacking the proper efficiency of the soulless machine that will eventually incinerate your ideals.
Take what you can from the smoldering wreckage that is my immediacy, salvage what you will.
I shall remain centrally systematic and nervous; new pathways and old patterns revealed blindly.